God gave a Loaf to every Bird

God gave a Loaf to every Bird—

But just a Crumb—to Me—

I dare not eat it—tho’ I starve—

My poignant luxury—

To own it—touch it—

Prove the feat—that made the Pellet mine—

Too happy—for my Sparrow’s chance—

For Ampler Coveting—

It might be Famine—all around—

I could not miss an Ear—

Such Plenty smiles upon my Board—

My Garner shows so fair—

I wonder how the Rich—may feel—

An Indiaman—An Earl—

I deem that I—with but a Crumb—

Am Sovereign of them all—